It’s possible I am pushing through solid rock
In flint like layers, as the ore lies, alone;
I am such a long way in I see no way through,
And no space: everything is close to my face,
And everything close to my face is stone.
Rainer Maria Rilke
I feel like this a lot lately. Like I might be making progress toward something big but there’s no way to tell. I feel closed in. Claustrophobic. And need to simplify my life. I’m working on that, but it’s been hard. I’m going to say no to any more commitments this semester that aren’t required of me. I just can’t do it.
Eternal Ocean of Words 